Chapter 9
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: penny
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: I Want to Stay Pure Love to the End!
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Yellow Bella had finally uncovered a hidden base of the Villain Alliance.
Sora promised her that exactly one week later, after thorough preparations, they would launch a full assault.
"Huh? You're not going right away?"
"No. Ah, of course, if only Aunt Pink Lumina were there, it'd be a guaranteed victory... But right now, we've only pinpointed the location—we haven't confirmed what's inside. What if there are civilians? We'd be in big trouble. So please, just wait a little longer."
"Ah... Okay, got it."
Pink Lumina, the veteran Magical Girl still calling herself one even in her thirties.
Her Magical Beam could pierce through any defense, and her combat experience was overflowing.
So most Villain bases were nothing to her.
But Bella had a point.
If it was just a supply depot, she could blow the whole thing sky-high without a second thought. But what if the villains were masquerading as a civilian business, or holding kidnapped people captive?
Rushing in blindly could sweep up innocents in the crossfire.
Above all, Bella was always a reliable junior, so Sora decided to wait a week and prepare meticulously, just as she suggested.
And right now, she had her own reasons for not being able to focus entirely.
Today, six in the evening.
Normally, she'd head out at dawn and keep going late into the night.
Among the Prismatic Eight Magical Girls, she was the eldest and the one who'd guarded the front lines the longest.
Sora, Pink Lumina, had always been the model example.
Even when the juniors tired out, she stayed till the end, fighting.
Dashing out first and pulling back last—it was etched into her like fate.
For the first time in her life, such a Sora declared in front of the chief that she was clocking out on time.
"Chief! I'm heading home on the dot today!"
"Wh-what?! Pink Lumina, what's this all of a sudden? You never know when a villain might—"
"This is way more important than that right now!"
Her tone was firm.
The symbol of the Prismatic Eight, the senior Magical Girl always preaching justice and sacrifice, was stubbornly insisting on leaving like a love-struck middle schooler.
And just as she stepped out of headquarters.
[Message: Honey♥ I booked a nice restaurant for tonight. Let's have dinner together.]
A short notification popped up on her screen.
Sora took a deep breath and looked down at her phone.
Her gaze hardened in an instant.
As the nation's guardian and the big sister of the Prismatic Eight, she knew the time was approaching to confront the "true face" of the villains.
She felt, perhaps more keenly than anyone, that her husband was no longer just an ordinary man.
...But.
Her eyes were resolute, but the corners of her lips twitched involuntarily.
The memory flashed back vividly—the moment just the day before, when she'd spread her thighs wide for her husband, screaming her surrender as a female beast and climaxing.
Her mind was steeled for facing the truth about the villains, but her body betrayed her with brutal honesty.
Her inner thighs were already tingling hot, her panties soaking wet and dripping shamelessly.
"Damn it...!"
Grinding her teeth did no good.
The aftershocks of yesterday's orgasms, sprayed all over her husband's cock, still dominated her crotch.
Outwardly, she wore a solemn expression befitting the nation's shield, but inside, she was just a horny bitch fully tamed by her husband the day before.
The Prismatic Eight's veteran, the revered Pink Lumina, was in truth a vulgar auntie who dripped from her pussy and clung to her husband whenever he was near—that fact shone through in her fleeting smile.
Dinner out with the wife... we did it about once a week.
Not that Sora's home cooking was bad.
Far from it— it was always excellent.
Korean was a given, but Chinese or Western, she whipped up whatever was on hand like it was nothing.
Even coming home later than me, she'd tie on an apron and stir-fry in the pan as routine.
Thinking back now, after fighting villains all day in that petite body and still making my dinner... I was an insensitive jerk.
Even before knowing her identity, I admired that devotion. But now it's different.
To others, she might be the Prismatic Eight's oldest, a laughable auntie still called a "Magical Girl" despite her age. But to me, she's just my woman.
"Wife" doesn't even cover it.
If she'd allow it, I'd call Sora something far more precious, far more lovable... yeah, my personal living onahole, Kim Taegon exclusive.
So I put real effort into setting this up today.
Onaholes need maintenance to last.
Not something you use and toss—you wash 'em, caress 'em by hand, thrust deep and milk 'em dry, then tame 'em again.
Sora's the same.
My lifelong cocksleeve.
No one else can touch her; she's molded perfectly to my dick alone.
That's why today, I wanted to treat her.
Just like this.
Korea's one and only three-Michelin-star restaurant.
Not her usual spread, but a table I prepared.
I'll put a wine glass in those hands that always reek of oil, swap the sweat-soaked apron for a dress hugging her thigh lines.
Just like that.
I'd booked late to account for her hours, but surprisingly, things wrapped up early—she showed two hours ahead of schedule.
Her heels clicked sharply against the restaurant floor, that stomp sounding like a warning to crush my balls flat.
Brows arched high, striding toward me like she was here to interrogate a criminal.
And fuck, that was hot as hell.
Pink Lumina, the Magical Girl armed with justice.
In front of people, she'd bellow, "In the name of justice, I won't forgive you!" with that fierce face.
But now it was different.
Furious at her husband's true identity, grinding her teeth as she marched over.
I wanted to rip that dress to shreds right then, spread her pussy wide, and ram my cock mercilessly, giving her a real lesson: "This is justice's judgment, you bitch."
Make her wail in front of the other guests, mocking, "Is this the justice you preached, Lumina?" Perfect.
Just imagining it had my cock throbbing, pulsing hard.
But this was a restaurant.
Starting off like that in a spot I'd specially arranged would be too reckless, so I held back.
Instead, I shot up from my seat and pulled out the chair in front of my pouting wife myself.
"Sit here, honey. We've got a lot to talk about, right?"
"...Yeah."
Maybe saving face for her husband?
Her sulky expression faded quick; she sat in the chair I'd pulled out, nodding.
I sat across from her too. No matter how awkward, this was a restaurant.
Sora raised her hand to call the waiter for the menu.
Ding.
"Huh?!"
"Here, you ring the bell to call them. No need to raise your hand."
This wasn't some family joint—it was a real gourmet spot with a curated chef, so etiquette meant using the bell.
Sora, who almost embarrassed herself not knowing, shot me an angry look at first, then blushed tomato-red and shrank back with a small nod.
That shy face.
Cute enough to make me want to force vulgar pig squeals from those lips right there.
My underwear was already soaked with pre-cum, clinging like wet swim trunks.
But the meal I'd prepped for today came first, so I rang the bell again for the waiter.
"The special curated menu for tonight, please."
"Right away, sir."
The waiter vanished, leaving quiet silence.
"Mm... Uhmm..."
She had tons to say, but now that we were face-to-face, Sora couldn't open her mouth—her face said it all.
After over ten years married, I knew that look instantly.
Plus, this was Korea's sole three-Michelin-star restaurant.
Hard to just unload on your husband here.
And I'd set this up.
Pink Lumina, the Magical "Middle-Aged" who aced it against villains but floundered just 'cause he was her husband.
Seeing my wife like that melted my heart.
Even my raging hard-on wilted a bit in embarrassment.
Truth be told, even if I didn't know she was Pink Lumina till now, me hiding my Villain Alliance exec role was the bigger betrayal.
So, instead of the speechless Sora, I bowed my head first.
"I'm sorry."
"H-huh?"
"For hiding my identity all this time. Truth is... I joined the Villain Alliance right after high school graduation. Even when we met in college, I was already in."
Our secrets were out anyway.
I wanted to be an honest husband from here on.
Truth was, joining the Alliance started from childish longing to meet Pink Lumina in person.
I spilled everything I'd kept hidden till now.
"......"
"......"
About thirty minutes passed?
When my story ended, silence hung for a moment.
Wonder how it'll go.
Of course, divorce out of disappointment wasn't an option.
If she said that... it'd be goodbye pure love marriage— I'd train her into a sow who couldn't live without my cock, keep her as a pet.
But if possible, I wanted to keep things as they were, husband and wife.
If she mentioned divorce, it'd be forced captivity and sex torture from that instant.
As I listened anxiously.
"...I'm sorry too!"
"...!"
Surprisingly, an apology came from Sora.
"Me too... I've hidden my identity for ten years of marriage—no, since college, even longer. I have no right to complain about you, Taegon."
"Honey..."
"B-but... if you really joined the Villain Alliance just to meet me, and we even got married... you're not doing villain stuff anymore, right? Right, Taegon?"
...How could she be this lovable?
I figured she'd rage or lunge at me, but my wife was genuinely worried for her husband.
Her compassionate look had my wilted cock springing back up.
And thanks to that, relief washed over me—no need to neutralize her now, stuff her in a tentacle pit, and smash her ego into a "Taegon-cock-addicted sow."
"Sniff... Thanks, honey."
"?! T-Taegon? D-don't cry! Over something like this?!"
Good...
That I could still have a "human" talk like this with Pink Lumina, my Sora.
Not the vulgar sow drooling spit on my cock, but still by my side as my wife.
That joy hit me to tears—and fuck, it was hot as hell.
So, pushing aside the incoming special menu, I wiped my eyes first.